Voices of Legend: Ode to Logathara

Chapter 2: A Meeting at the Mount (Part 1)

Galdon stood looking down the slopes that had just tried to kill him moments ago.

"Alsongod's curse," he grumbled.

Sithana and the other women had vanished. Only the Priestesses knew how to Fold. He, however, had no idea how he was going to make it back down the mountain.

It's possible he could create steps in the sand, but that would take days to travel and he would likely exhaust his birth-rit before he made it to the bottom.

"What if I created a sphere around myself and rolled down the mountain," he asked aloud.

"No. I would likely pick up too much speed and not be able to control the direction on the way down."

"Ahhhhh!" Galdon yelled at the sun. He took a few paces away from the edge. Stopping abruptly, he snapped a finger and pointed. "A cube."

Walking back to the edge of the peak, Galdon called upon his birth-rit and reached for Colonderé. When the coolness of Colonderé flooded his body, he pooled the energy into the palms of his hands.

He began to wind his right hand in a circle. As his hand moved, the sand from the ground spiraled upward like a cone. With his left hand, he called upon Colonderé to heat, and a blaze of fire shot from his palm directed at the cyclone before him.

As the sand spun, it began to burn bright red and orange. Drops of molting liquid tried to fall to the ground but were swept up by the cyclone and pulled back within flowing mass. When the cone in front of him was no longer grains of sand circling through the air, but instead, a solid mass of melted glass, Galdon released the fire, clapped his hands, and then flung his arms wide.

The mass before him expanded with his reach. He then moved his arms as though pulling at the melted glass and shaping it on five sides into the shape of a large cube. He filled the space with air to hold the shape, surrounded the object with cool air, then released Colonderé.

The air would sustain for a few hours while the glass cooled. Until then he would wait. Galdon lay on the ground a closed his eyes. The little birth-rit he expended would have plenty of time to restore while he rested. 

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